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Thursday, January 12, 2012

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Tricia

You remind me of my husband . . . he is a good guy and often does nice things that are not typical behavior. He also gets upset when others don't do the nice things he is in the habit of doing. Should everybody do the nice things he does? probably. Should he get upset when others fall short? I don't know. To me it seems that others will reap what they sow. Some of his complaints are related to driving, and I can't help but feel that their bad actions will probably lead them to an accident one day and if we knew we would feel bad for them (at least I would). The councilmember is going to jail, and that is probably just the tip of the backlash his actions will have in his life.
Maybe nothing cosmically good will come to you for giving up the $100 - but at least you will not feel guilty every time you use whatever it is you might have bought.

Ilir Zherka

Like you, Karen, I'm a softy. I stopped the car in Gtown last week to pick up $3 from the street and give it to a woman who had just unknowingly dropped it. Big difference here is that you didn't see who dropped the bill. From your husband's call, it seems like it ended up in the wrong pockets. I would not have given it to the manager. I would have donated it to a worthy cause. But, giving it over made you feel good, so that was the right thing!

Barbara

I've done the same thing myself -- several times in my life -- though always in the way your husband suggested. Sometimes the owner has called to claim the found object; sometimes not. But I've always felt it was the right thing to do. It was a simple calculation: If everyone made an effort to restore the found object to the owner, we'd all be the winners. At least twice in the last 8 years, in Manhattan no less, someone has taken great pains to restore my lost handbag. Renews one's faith in humanity, no?

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